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What is it about Buckets?

The other day when I was perusing the blogs I follow, a little overwhelmed by the catching up I need to do I popped over toEdward Hotspur‘s blog and found a post about making a bucket list. Edward, may I call him Edward? is one of the bloggers that I really am in awe of the magnitude of his ability, (but um..don;t tell him I said that ok? Ok thanks.) I know what a bucket list is but I guess I never really sat down and thought of what I would put on it.

It;s a bucket – looks like a maximum capacity …yea

Even still I am not totally sure but I guess a bucket list is not set in stone. I have done many things been many things and seen many things. I really challenged myself as to if what I have already lived was enough for me to feel like I really LIVED….

If I found out today I had a month to live is there something I would have to do to feel like my life was complete.. It’s a tough question because I wasn’t told that yet theoretically, I could walk outside and get hit by a bus tomorrow. SO I thought about it for a while. Ever since I read it.

So, he started one for me to which I added one thing and that is how I left it til today.

1. Make a bucket list
2. Get on Edward Hotspur’s Blogroll

number 2 is accomplished thank you Edward, Now for number 1.

oh and….There aren’t any buses in the immediate vicinity so unless it’s a rogue bus..don;t worry too much about me.

A bucket list is a list of the things I want to do before I dieI ponder the thought and can;t think of much but I can surely give it a try
I would like to go to Ireland to kiss the Blarney Stone, if it isn’t out of reach

GO hunting for a Wild Banshee and listen to her screechRide a golden dragon, in a sky with seven moonsBe taken up and through the clouds by 99 red balloonsI’d like to have a column of humor and adviceto tell the people who write in how best to laugh at life

Id like a lasso, the moon to rope, made of stars and pure white light
Go to sleep and visit far away places, when it is the middle of the night

Go to the ends of the earth to make sure my kids dreams come trueNever worry to whom I say I love you Id like to name a star someday. call it Frank, Imorous or Gertrude Gerty for short, guess that will depend on my mood

I’d like to trust my heart again to be safe in someones hands
and love another who loves me just simply, no demandsTo find the one who deserves me, I’m told so many don’tBut I deserve to be loved and cherished, I can;t believe I won’t

When I’m old, move to a nudist camp, and tattoo “your name” on my assGo to all the biker bars, take money for bets , it will be a gas.Nobody can get mad at an old lady with crazy purple hairI’ll act all innocent and smile so sweet, say it was a dare

Eat a slice of rainbow, maybe someday find the endshare the wealth of the pot of gold with my family, and my friends To one day know exactly what to say, when a friend is lost in griefto bring them back and take their pain, give them sweet relief

To one day write down all I have learned, in a book that flies off shelvesWhen Oprah reads it and makes me a star but I don’t lose sight of myselfTo finally, of the questions I asked have answers, the hows and where s and whysI’d like to know who God is, I want to learn to fly

To one day meet the fairy queen, who gave birth to my changeling child I bet she lives in a great big castle with sun and moon beam tilesI’d hope she would ask me to stay for tea, for tea with a queen would be grandAnd knock two things off my list, make it three should we be best friends. I’d like to feel a soft breeze play across my heated cheek as I lay out of sight trying to catch my breath, in a game of hide and seek. Drink milk straight from the plastic jug not worry about anyone being mad Have just one day where nothing counts and try hard to really be bad

I want to change the world a moment at a time Show people how to love each other, how we are really the same. I want to give my kids a better life, see them all happy and well-loved and teach my grandkids all the silly things I forgot when I was just a mom

I’d like to take everything I am told and believe it all is true the way I did when I was 5 all the way to 42.

I hope to attend a great big ball given in some big wig’s honor for what? No clue, just sounds fun to do ,before I am a goner I’ll wear a big poofy dress with stiff crinoline and appear quite the lady. But underneath, well I can;t tell you cause it really is quite naughty Try a little LSD and see if it’s a better trip then I get from my disordered brain Figure out how to bottle my manic high, give it a catchy name Give it to people to keep them from ever falling into the darkness I have known The kind of pain felt upon the thought you are alone

They say the up is just as bad for me, I don’t think a drop for you will hurt Oh before I forget I ‘d like the chancewith a king to be an incorrigible flirtTo not have to explain myself, when my thoughts switch over mid sentence Be thought of as fun interesting and philosophical Instead of just plain cray

To write down something magical, about each Christmas of my youth. if I’m ableTo ensure that each of my daughters …and sons! knows how to set a formal tableI want to sail in an ocean where the clouds are few and far betweenI must remember from now on to have all white sheets, cotton, crisp and sun fresh clean.

Try out for the part of Mrs Robinson when they remake The GraduateTurn down the part when they offer it to me cause I am not old enough yet.To zip around the tree tops on a zip-line, with my arms and legs a flappinDecide what to be when I grow up, never mind growing up might not happen

Thank my children for choosing me to be their lucky motherAsk them what the were thinking when they didn’t choose anotherProperly thank my parents for always letting me come home when the world was more than I could standAnd always supporting hopes and dreams no matter how silly or grand

One day see my art displayed on a gallery with perfect lighting Each piece that was a labor of love , peoples passions and interest ignitingTo have a room just for my art, and a space to write as much as I likeWith lots of windows and natural light, a place to nurture my psyche

To one day find a monkey that doesn’t have a tail, I;m sure they exist, an exception to every ruleTo run naked with my scissors as far and fast as can be, I’d show everyone that breaking the rules sometimes can be cool.
Meet Bob the Tomato and Larry, the cucumber of God, introduce them to my friends and take them out to dinner
It might be very tempting but I won;t put them in my salad,
They have a lot to share with us, their points are pretty valid

Plant a humongous flower garden the likes never before seen, sit and enjoy the blooming flowers and plants, beautiful and green.
Mostly what I want to do before I kick said bucket and die,
Is to be able to look back on my entire life and know by and by:

I loved well and was loved in return,
I taught some good things and left some wisdom behind,
that I touched just maybe one person’s heart and caused them to put hate out of their mind.
That my life and work and who I am mattered
and made a difference in how some see
and that when I am gone what I stood for will continue to be
the standard by which people judge
the world remember its not hate or fear
I tried mt hardest to show love

That my spirit will remain, in the hearts and minds of at least a few

If I can say that at the end of my life, then all has been accomplished
that I ever need to do.

32 thoughts on “What is it about Buckets?”

Wow! Awesome as only you can do. I for one will forever be changed for the better because of reading your blog. You have made me laugh, cry, inspired me and most of all made me think. You are a truly wonderful well spoken lady who is loved by many.
Love ya Lizzie
Carrie

Well …your bucket list is a lot more fun and interesting than mine but some of the things are simply wild and beautiful…and last but not least …you will be remembered by many for being a warm and loving person…’I know….serious and mushy but that’s me… lol Diane

serious and mushy ? I’m ok with that … the world has dreamers and doers..it takes all kinds to keep a balance.. I had a really hard time thinking of things in real life that ..I needed to do before I die. I am pretty content..or in denial not quite sure yet.. 🙂

Well… I am thinking I might need somwe muscle back up at the biker bar…and I am pretty sure you willl learn to fly before I do – lets see… hmmmmmhow do you feel about hunting wild banshees and ….I can;t do LSD alone 🙂 (there might be ..you know..midgets)

I don’t have a bucket list, but I can relate to getting a “little overwhelmed by the catching up I need to do”.
When I came back from holidays I had over 600 unread blog posts in my inbox!
Solution? Delete everything in the “unread blogs inbox” and change the email settings so that I now receive a weekly summary of all the blogs I follow.

I wandered over from the comment thread of My Inner Chick and I can’t be more thrilled that I did. This was a beautifully written, often whimsical, sometimes serious bucket list that lead me through with fantastical imagery. Happy Friday afternoon. Thanks for the lovely start.

well…its been bugging me lol..everyone else I know is on it and I didn;t want to just ask like a petulant child although I did indeed feel like one… 🙂 and I do feel very lucky that my children chose me – I never wanted to have kids so I guess hey showed me a thing or two..or..6 ..and they have all given me something different.